Thank you to Poetica Review for publishing "Mondsüchtig:. 

Mondsüchtig (Lunatic)

What is the sound 

of starvation of words?

When the flames of expression

die in the grate

When your tangle of memory,

like twisted sheets,

strangle on a bed of thought

The weapon of your tongue

now dulled

If words come from thoughts

and thoughts make the world

will you now expose

the unexpected guise

of the lunatic

within your sphere?

your grand optimism to still the world

with your single word

“me”

lies dead on the ground

as millions of voices rise above yours,

all of them asking others

“what can I do to help?”